A Terrific Visit

I found myself in Dallas a Sunday afternoon with time to kill, so after reading the reviews of local clubs in Dallas, I picked Baby Dolls. Decided to Uber over there, got to the front desk and the lovely and friendly two ladies there said admission was $3. I happily paid that and put a few singles in the tip bucket and went in. I won't waste your time in describing the details of the layout of the club. Suffice to say it is a very classy looking gentleman club - very comfortable chairs, seating near the main stage, high top tables away from the stage, bar seating, and more. There is one main stage and 6 smaller elevated side stages. When a lady comes on to dance, she starts at the main stage for 2 sands, and then every two songs the girls rotate to the next stage until they have completed two songs on each of the seven stages. Usually on the main stage, they remove their top during or after the first song, and then remain topless for the entire rotation.

I have been to many clubs in my time - mostly in the NY area where I ma from but plenty across this beautiful country as well. This club rates amongst the best. I sat this not only because of the layout and classy feel of the club, but in consideration of the prices (my Coors were $5.50 each, entry fee was $3, spa dances are $20per song, etc) and the really friendly nice people who work there, form the bar maids to the hostesses to the dancers.

So after a few minutes there and haven gotten my Coors from one of the bar maids (Joy), I could not find my cellphone. I checked everywhere, all pockets, at the front desk where I walked in, in my chair, etc. I could not believe my phone was gone. As I was looking by the front door of the club, Joy came over and asked what I was doing. I explained what happened, and she said I probably left the phone in the Uber. She then took out her phone and asked me to call my number. The first time, someone picked up and hung up. I asked if I could try again - Joy had to go back inside so she said keep trephine and give it to her inside when I was done. Really? That would not have happened in NYC! So I reached the UBER driver, who came over 30 mints later to return my phone (and receive a handsome tip for going out of his way), and I thanked Joy with an equally nice tip. She ended up sitting with me for awhile and sharing her story, A very sweet girl.

Now - on to the dancers. Mostly white or latina, some with good English skills and some that required the help of Google translate at time. My Spanish is pretty good, so we got by fine. Girls ranged from a 6 to a 9 - with most in the 8 category. Very impressive and very beautiful home. Some in their early to mid 20s, but there were definitely some well into their 30s as well. Some came by and simply asked if I wanted a dance, others sat down and introduced themselves and engaged in really nice conversations. Very impressed.

The first girl I took up for a dance was Patricia. She was from Columbia, and her English was acceptable. After sitting with me and chatting for at least 20 minutes, and some very nice hand contact from her, we went up to the second floor for a dance. Their is no real lap dance area up there, but deep leather chairs are arranged against the far walls with other chairs sort of blocking them in and providing a small amount of privacy - almost like a little e booth. But make no mistake - they are open to the entire floor - there is not real privacy. Despite that, the dance was quite hands on, with my hands roaming freely over her tits and ass anger even taking my hand to place it over her g string and rub her pussy - while she did the same over my pants. During the 2nd dance, she started nibbling on my ear and asked me if I wanted a HJ. While a very nice offer, I declined as it was too public a place and not really what I wanted. We continued the fun for the rest of the song and she was quite happy with the $40 fee.